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Want. Want is Loki’s domain. Want of a throne. A kingdom. A father’s love. A mother’s magic. A brother who will share his bed. Want of a dream he once stole for his own.
Want finds Loki hushed as stone, asleep and sprawled among his books, skin aglow with the tendrils of his sorcery. He smiles in slumber, eyelids fluttering beneath a sweep of lashes, well pleased with his prize. - The pretty dreamer has mind and wit as sharp as Loki’s own. And a clever mouth that begs for better use than anchoring an arrogant tongue. Loki will make him kneel. And then he will make him come. And come…
But the thing with dreams, even the stolen ones, well they still belong to the dreamer and all the Jotun magic in the nine realms cannot wield them otherwise. So the clever man, with the pretty mouth and the arrogant tongue dreams words to seduce a god. Dreams Loki to his knees until he is blue with desire, naked and hard and all too eager to take the dreamer in hand and swallow him down as he comes. And comes…
Want is as much Sherlock’s dream as Loki’s, and what Sherlock wants are horns of his own. Dream!horns to fuck his dream thief, and reduce this brazen god to begging.
